I feel each heartbeat like a wardrum Echoing across empty fields like a Battle cry sung from the mouths of soldiers Desperate to come home I hear each breath like the wind in the willows beside me Whispering short and shallow in time With the rise and fall of my chest I am awake But I do not wish to be Oh to fall asleep To see that endless night cover my eyes A starless blanket A moonless darkness A welcome friend Who for too long has stayed away I will welcome you with open arms Sleep my love why do you allude me so Like a scorned lover you refuse to come So I sit and listen to my internal drum
To me, people are a lot like the rain. Some are soft and gentle, Touching your heart and nourishing your soul. Others are strong and toxic, Destroying your inner peace and causing your bones to ache.